Here’s the town in which I live petunia greenHere’s the shop and here’s the man who sold me laces for my shoesThere is mr.marcus. boys they say he’s mad’here’s the battle that they won’ silver treetop school for boysEarly days were good as goldAn apple here an apple thereAnd everywhere a ’yes sir’, ’no sir’They made me roll the cricket pitch once a dayI’ve never been so happy than at silver treetop school for boysThe mowing machine was leaving small piles of grassThat when the ? ? ? had risen to the pipe of mr.marcusThe smell of teaching fell upon the cricket fieldSmiling, laughing, rolling about at silver treetop school for boys.Hey thereThey call in the staff roomThey call in the canteenHey come and look at what I foundI found some boys and masters sittingOn the cricket ground at silver treetop school for boysThe english master, sir, he wores a purple maskAnd the head, was usually sad, was swinging from a treeMr.brown the physics man is off his headAnd everyone just loves the grass at silver treetop school for boysLalalalalalala lalala lalalalalalalalala lalalalalalalalala lalalalalalalalala
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Silver Treetop School For Boys Lyrics

David Bowie – Silver Treetop School For Boys Lyrics